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She looked over her shoulder when she heard the squeal of tires. A tiny red sports car wheeled into the lot. A dark-haired woman jumped out and ran for the building. Kitt looked in the window and saw that Jason and Pamela were gone. There was only one door so they must have taken the stairs.
“What’s happening?” Dan demanded.
Another squeal of tires and Kitt, smiling, jumped down. Lana’s car made better time than the limo. She’d have been disappointed if Rob hadn’t come too.
“That was Jason’s girlfriend, and he and his ex are getting a room.”
“What in the hell are you doing?” Rob grabbed Kitt by the shoulders. “Tell me.” He shook her.
Bang. A gun went off inside Poole’s. Kitt pulled away. “I’ve got to go, Rob.”
Dan was already running. Kitt followed close on his heels. Rob nearly ran over the top of the two of them. “Are you two crazy? Call 911!” he shouted.
“I’ll do it,” the desk clerk called. “The shot must have come from room 202.”
“Stay back, Kitt. I’ll go in.” Dan held up a hand to stop her.
The door to room 202 opened and Jason Terewski stepped out, blood oozing from his naked shoulder. “Idiot woman,” he mumbled, his face contorted in pain.
He still had his pants on, Kitt noted. If he hadn’t, it’s likely he’d have gotten shot somewhere else. Through the open door, Lana could be seen sitting in a chair, the gun in her hand pointed at Pamela who cowered on the bed in a lacy black slip.
“Let me have that,” Dan said, holding out his hand. “Please. You haven’t killed anyone, yet.”
“I’ll stay until help arrives in case I’m needed. Then we’re going home. You’ve got a lot of explaining to do,” Rob said, slipping his arm around Kitt’s shoulders.
Terewski sat on the floor outside the door, dripping blood. “Here.” Kitt handed him his shirt. “Tie this around your arm to stop the bleeding.”
“Kitt. Really? What are you doing here?”
“Playing detective.” She winked at Rob, whose mouth hung open in horror, seeing her bending over the victim. “Kitt. Get away from him.”
“Actually, I’m not playing.” She showed both men her ID.
“Women. You can’t trust any of them,” Jason muttered.
He was shivering, perhaps in shock and she draped his dress jacket across his bare chest. As she did it, a red carnation fell in his lap.
“What was that broad who was with him tonight?” he nodded towards Rob, “up to?”
“You’ll have to ask him,” Kitt said, looking at Rob. When he didn’t speak up, Kitt spoke to Jason again. “You might not be able to keep that date with her tomorrow night,” she said softly so that the two women didn’t hear.
“I don’t give a damn. I’ve about had my fill of crazy women.” He picked up the flower and crushed it in his fist.
“Does that mean you’re going to give back all that you’ve stolen from them?” She dropped the Poole’s business card beside him. “I won’t be needing this.”
“You. Dammit. You used that against me to cause all this.”
Kitt stood tall and smiled. She’d scored well on her first case. But now, she’d have to deal with Rob.
Chapter Eight
Rob felt guilty dragging a confession out of Kitt about her deception when he hadn’t been honest himself.
“A detective? So that’s why you were so eager to go to The Silver Spoon. He shook his head. “It explains a lot. Cheap fuel when you didn’t have your car. And so on. But why in hell’s name do you want to do that kind of work?”
“It’s exciting. I wasn’t cut out to be a librarian.”
“You think?” They were back at his condo and he’d decided talking had to precede lovemaking. She’d scared the hell out of him. He couldn’t have her risking her beautiful neck chasing criminals. He had to persuade her to give up her job. “I could have told you that years ago.”
